[Canibus] That's right, I wreck melody, so much energy Why get on the track if you can't stand next to me So much energy it's a felony Ya microphone memory remember me, this is your penalty You can't keep up mentally, you can't rhyme intelligently Do it on the track, can't do it in front of me You fronting, you and your man get all psyched up like it's fight club Times up, you lost, life sucks So does your wife slut, got a nice cunt Last night we wiped white stuff on her butt True power cannot be achieved by fighting over the mic You can't compete with Canibus, aight If your hat's turned to the back and you rap, be prepared to scrap You don't have to be scared of no strap Cos your mind overstand all that Fall back or no more contact with the gods of Rap Go back to the Lyrical Law lab, first of all you trash You can't add all the rhymes you had Your mouth is a wound and your tongue is a scab This is a concept the young mind doesn't grasp That old stick in the mud will put a gold bullet in the gun Show you where red blood comes from But that's not what you want, you want love Where does that come from, define that you bum One thing at a time, intertwined as one mind The proto in the prime of one perpetual line No evil one I can divide, no matter the times, try No matter the lies that claim otherwise Slumdog drug lord, guns drawn, motherfuck guns laws Catch a big minigun gun charge This is Lyrical Law. not lyrical war This is spiritual god, get your lyrics, get your lyrics...